Put It on My Tab - Quilly

See, when you know the line, like I know the line line

(I know the plug), not the middleman, I know the line

Haha, I know the plug, you heard?

Fuck you talkin' bout?

I got all these niggas' mad, I got all these bitches sad

When I pull up in that JAG, yeah, I’m finally in my bag

And my credit;

A1, Prolly put it on my tab

She gon' give that pussy up, I told her «put it on my tab»

I got bands, I got percs, Auntie, put it on my tab

I got work, I got percs, Unc, put it on my tab

I got coke, I got dope, Papi, put it on my tab

Yeah!

(put it on my tab)

My ambitions as a rider, shorty, she a slider

Only fuckin' wit me cuz she know I’m bout a dollar

Pull up in an Audi, engine soundin' like Mufasa

And, I know these niggas' lying, they ain’t never tote no chopper

I be stinkin' up the kitchen, smell like Onion Powder

Popcorn in the pot, it look like over red and bocker

She gon' shine the chopper, find a nigga hotter

I want David Beckham money, so, I’m in the field like soccer

Junkies gettin' lockjaw, they be soundin' like Chewbacca

I got scripts on top of scripts, I’m politicking wit the doctors

Hold up, wait, I got weight, bag it up, don’t sell no weight

He gon' throw me what I want cuz I can get it on my face

Give em «I» «O» «U"s, I got my smokers hooked on phonics

Talk to my connect over the phone, he speak e-bonics

Quilly push the rock like Gary Payton for the Sonics

Drive through like the sonic, all I serve is Sani

Get me out the trap like «when the fuck is they gon' sign me?»

Got it on consignment, used to drive the Bonnie

Now a days you see me in them hot wheels like a «Johnny»

Trap 24/7, I ain’t got no job like Tommy

Switchin' the flow, I’m fuckin' the beat up

I see the cops, I’m liftin' my seat up

Droppin' a whole bag on my «Re-up»

I’m never comfortable, they got their feet up

I play the county, they never see us

I’m in the field, I’m fuckin' my cleets up

I’m on my Franklins;

word to Aretha

Ain’t bout a dollar, I’m chuckin' the peace up

See ya!